Not long ago, Kikyōyama was occupied by a group of bandits who robbed and killed passing travelers and merchant teams.
Kikyōyama is less than a hundred kilometers from Konoha Village, so Konoha Village naturally couldn't ignore it. They then dispatched a squad of one Jonin and three Genin to handle the situation.
Under normal circumstances, one Jonin would be enough to deal with an ordinary bandit group.
However, the leader of this bandit group was also a Jonin. During the battle, in order to protect the Genin in his squad, the leading Jonin was severely wounded, losing an arm.
In the ward, a young boy looked at his father, who had lost an arm, his eyes red from crying.
"Dad, will you not be able to be a Shinobi anymore?"
Sakumo Hatake smiled bitterly, stroking his son's head: "Sakumo, although I lost an arm, at least I protected my comrades. You must remember, if you do nothing when a comrade is in danger, you are not worthy of being a Shinobi. You must also remember to diligently practice our Hatake Family's sword art. If I hadn't specialized only in Ninjutsu, if I also had swordsmanship, I wouldn't have to give up my Shinobi identity."
Not everyone can form hand seals with one hand. Most Shinobi who lose an arm basically can't even form hand seals, so they can only give up their Shinobi identity.
Knock, knock, knock—
Hatake Hiyori heard the knocking and looked up at the door, suddenly stunned.
Standing at the door was none other than Uchiha Madara.
"My Lord Madara, why… why are you here?"
"I heard there was a Shinobi who lost an arm protecting his comrades, so I came to see him," Uchiha Madara said expressionlessly. "I agree with your words: if you do nothing when a comrade is in danger, you are not worthy of being a Shinobi."
"Thank you, My Lord Madara, your affirmation is the greatest encouragement to me."
"The children in our Clan lack a sword instructor. I hope to hire you to be the introductory sword instructor for our Uchiha Clan."
"But my swordsmanship is not outstanding," Hatake Hiyori said with a slight blush.
"The Hatake Family's swordsmanship has long been famous in the Ninja World. What you call 'not outstanding' is in comparison to sword specialists, but for most Shinobi, your swordsmanship is still exceptional. Moreover, I hope the children in the Clan learn not only your swordsmanship but also your principles. A hero should not fade away. I hope your spirit can be spread, at least so that our Uchiha children can understand not to abandon any comrade."
Uchiha Madara, though expressionless, spoke with sincerity and earnestness: "So, please accept my invitation."
"Thank you, My Lord Madara, I accept." Hatake Hiyori was moved to tears by Uchiha Madara's words. He felt relieved that his actions were recognized.
"Then I won't disturb you. I look forward to your speedy recovery."
Not long after Uchiha Madara left the hospital, he suddenly heard panting behind him.
He turned his head to see Sakumo Hatake had chased after him.
"My Lord Madara, I will also become the Shinobi you expect. Please wait and see."
"Go back and take care of your father. Also… I will look forward to your performance."
After Sakumo Hatake returned to the hospital, Rosen appeared beside Uchiha Madara.
"How was it?" Rosen asked.
"I have to say, it was very effective." Uchiha Madara admired Rosen's ability to see through people's hearts. He could feel the overflowing gratitude from both Hatake Hiyori and Sakumo Hatake.
The Hatake Family may be small, but they represent the samurai in Konoha Village and have a certain influence within Konoha Village.
He almost paid nothing and was able to win over a team with significant influence. This deal was simply too good.
"That's not enough. You also need to mobilize the Uchiha to build momentum for Hatake Hiyori, publicizing his deeds and letting the name of the hero spread to everyone's ears."
"Why is that?"
"Is the value of an unknown person serving the Uchiha high? Or is the value of a hero high?"
...
Whoosh, whoosh—
It was midnight, and a figure landed in Rosen's courtyard.
"Are you here to launch a night attack on my master?" Lust looked at Senju Tobirama.
"No, merely for a night conversation." Senju Tobirama replied with a dark face, "Wake Rosen up."
At this moment, Greed popped out: "You can wake the master up, but first, pay 1000 Ryo for labor."
Senju Tobirama knew how troublesome Rosen's Shadow Clones were. He suddenly pulled out a few kunai and shot them into the house.
Rosen's scream came from inside the house, followed by the sliding door being broken open.
Rosen walked out of the bedroom, radiating Evil Qi, and blood was dripping from his backside.
"Senju Tobirama! You'd better give me an explanation."
Senju Tobirama's mouth twitched: "Don't you have any defenses when you sleep? You are a Shinobi."
"Do you have to put explosive tags at your bedroom door when you sleep?"
"Ah, this..."
Senju Tobirama indeed had this habit.
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